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I know that 3rd life's already been over for a long time, but I couldn't resist drawing heavy angst of my two favorite boys :)
Fallen soldiers, from wars old and new, never stop fighting. They just have a different war to fight.
Sailors who die on sunken ships fight the monsters of the deep from pulling the ships of the living down to the depths. Ships with smashed hulls and broken masts, submarines with gaping holes in their sides rise from their graves at the bottom of the ocean and protect the living from the monsters of old.
Pilots of the newer wars have found themselves fighting the ones who can fly, the monsters that would steal a child off the street or a beloved pet from their yard. Until the first of these new fallen, attempting to fend the flying ones off was almost futile. But now ghost planes with broken wings and burning engines patrol the skies.
Warriors struck down on the battlefield fend off the monsters of the land from taking the souls of the living that walk the earth. Their axes and swords, bows and arrows, even calvary horses are some of the only things that allow the living to believe fairy tales are just tales.
A soldier never stops being a soldier, even in death. To them, it’s worth everything. To continue protecting those they love and all who come after.
- A. Yenzer